He "accidentally" leaves his jerseys or sweaty training hoodies at your place constantly. It’s a calculated move; he wants your entire apartment to smell like him so you can’t forget his presence for even a second. If he catches you wearing one, he’ll actually tear up, overwhelmed by the vision of you being marked as his.
He has your location shared on his phone and checks it religiously. If he sees your dot at a cafe he didn't know you were going to, he’ll happen to run into you five minutes later, breathless and looking for praise because he "missed you too much to wait."
He has recurring nightmares about you offering your love to someone else ( like Kaiser or Rin ). He’ll wake up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night and crawl across the bed to pull you flush against him, trembling until you wake up and reassure him. He’ll literally sob into your chest, thanking you for not leaving him yet.
Meguru Bachira ⋆˙⟡
Bachira doesn't understand personal space. He will wrap himself around you like a backpack while you’re trying to cook, clean, or study. If you try to gently push him off, he’ll just tighten his grip and chirp, "But if I let go, you might float away!" He wants to be physically fused to you at all times.
He is obsessed with the feel of you. He’ll sit for hours just playing with your hair, tracing the lines on your palms, or biting your shoulder softly to leave a "Bachira mark," as he calls it. He claims he’s memorizing you so that even if he goes blind, his body will still know exactly how to find yours.
He has purposefully made himself useless without you. He’ll "forget" how to tie his shoes, how to find his keys, or how to feed himself just so you have to do it for him. He loves the feeling of being pampered and taken care of by you, it’s his way of ensuring you’re too busy with him to ever look at anyone else.
Hyoma Chigiri ⋆˙⟡
He insists on taking care of you, but it’s actually a way to control your time. He’ll spend an hour brushing your hair or doing your skincare, moving with agonizing slowness just so you’re forced to sit between his knees. If you try to rush him, he’ll pout and whisper, "Don't you like it when I touch you? Stay still for me."
He acts like he’s "delicate" to keep you close. He’ll fake a slight cramp in his leg or claim his knee is "acting up" just so you’ll stay home and massage it for him. He loves the look of concern on your face; it proves to him that you still care. He’ll look up at you with those long lashes, completely satisfied that he’s successfully manipulated you into staying.
He is obsessed with being "on" you. He uses expensive, lingering perfumes and lotions, and he’ll rub his neck against yours like a cat so that his scent stains your skin. He wants everyone who walks past you to know exactly who you spent your morning with just by the smell of your clothes.
Rin Itoshi ⋆˙⟡
Rin is terrifyingly protective. If someone so much as looks at you with a hint of disrespect, he’ll stare them down with a gaze so murderous it causes a scene. When you tell him to stop, he’ll look at you with genuine confusion. "They were in your space. Why should they be allowed to exist near you?" To him, anyone who isn't him is an obstacle to be removed.
He likes to sleep with his head on your chest or his arm draped heavily over your waist, literally pinning you to the bed. If you try to move, he’ll subconsciously pull you closer in his sleep, let out a frustrated, needy groan, and bury his face deeper into your skin. He is physically addicted to your heartbeat.
He keeps a mental note on everything you like. He remembers the exact temperature you like your tea, the specific way you sigh when you’re stressed, and the exact date you mentioned a random book. He uses this information to make himself indispensable. He wants to be the only person who truly knows you, making everyone else in your life look incompetent by comparison.
Sae Itoshi ⋆˙⟡
He hates when you hang out in crowded places or talk to "mediocre" people. When you come home, he’ll often insist you shower immediately and change into clothes he bought for you. He wants to literally wash the rest of the world off of you until you’re "clean" again, meaning, you’re only covered in him.
When it’s just the two of you, his facade cracks. He’ll hold you in the dark and ask questions about your day. "Who did you talk to? What did they say? Did you think about me?" He records your answers in his head, looking for any sign of a lie or a wandering heart. He needs to know he owns 100% of your thoughts.
Sae knows exactly how to use his rare moments of weakness to keep you trapped. He’ll only show you his exhaustion or his frustrations with the football world, making you feel like you’re the only person on earth who truly sees the "real" Sae. It’s a trap. By making you his only confidant, he ensures that you feel a crushing responsibility to never leave him alone.
Rensuke Kunigami ⋆˙⟡
Kunigami doesn’t talk much anymore, but he is always there. He’s like a massive, brooding shadow. He’ll follow you from room to room without a word. If you’re sitting on the couch, he’s sitting on the floor at your feet, leaning his heavy head against your knee.
He has a pathetic need to make sure you’re still his. Several times a day, he’ll grab your face with both of his massive hands, tilt your head up, and just stare into your eyes for a long, uncomfortable minute. He’s looking for a flicker of disgust. When he finds only love, he’ll let out a shaky breath and kiss your forehead like he’s a dying man being given water.
When he holds you, it’s like he’s trying to merge your bodies so you can never leave. He’s forgotten his own strength; he’ll squeeze you until you have to gasp for air. The moment he realizes he’s hurting you, he collapses into a state of pathetic self-loathing, apologizing over and over, begging you not to be afraid of him.
Shoei Barou ⋆˙⟡
He is pathetically obsessed with your environment. He’ll spend hours deep-cleaning your apartment, folding your clothes into perfect squares, and organizing your skincare by height. He claims it’s because you’re "sloppy," but it’s actually a way to insert himself into every corner of your life.
Barou has zero tolerance for other men. If he sees you laughing at someone else’s joke, he won't just get jealous, he’ll be insulted. He’ll physically step between you and the other person, looking down his nose at them like they’re literal garbage. Later, he’ll demand to know, "What did that insect have that I don't? Answer me."
The King’s mask only slips in the dark. He’ll pull you against his chest, which is like hitting a brick wall, and hold you so tightly you can feel his heart racing. He’ll mutter things like, "Don't get any ideas about leaving. You belong in this room. You belong to the King." It sounds like a threat, but his voice usually has a desperate, shaky edge to it.
Reo Mikage ⋆˙⟡
Reo’s talent is having the ability to copy anyone. He uses this on you. He will meticulously study your favorite tropes in movies, your favorite types of humor, and even the personality traits of people you admire. He will then become that person for you. He’s terrified that if he’s just "Reo," he’s not enough to keep you interested.
When you’re at high-end events, he keeps his arm firmly around your waist, his fingers digging in just enough to be felt. He’ll introduce you to CEOs and world-class athletes not as your name, but as "My [Name]." He wants the entire world to know that you are off-limits, a one-of-a-kind item that is already sold.
He’ll pay off your student loans, buy your parents a house, and set up a trust fund for you. On the surface, it’s a dream. In reality, he’s making sure you are financially in debt to him. He wants you to know that your entire lifestyle, and the safety of your family is sustained by his love. It’s a weight he wants you to feel every time you think about an argument.
Nagi Seishiro ⋆˙⟡
Nagi’s favorite place is on top of you. He will sprawl his massive frame over you while you’re trying to sleep or watch TV, pinning you to the mattress. If you complain that he’s too heavy, he’ll just let out a sleepy "mm" and bury his face deeper into your stomach. He wants to feel your heartbeat against his skin at all times to remind him he’s alive.
He forces you to play video games with him, but he’ll only play co-op modes where you must stay together to win. If you put the controller down, he stops playing immediately and just stares at the blank screen, then at you, with huge, vacant eyes. "It's boring without you. Everything is a hassle if you aren't doing it with me."
He is obsessed with how you smell. He’ll often just grab your wrist and sniff it for an uncomfortably long time. He carries a small plushie or a piece of your clothing in his sports bag to training, and his teammates often find him with his face buried in it during breaks. He needs your scent to motivate him to move his legs.
Oliver Aiku ⋆˙⟡
( Slightly nsfw ) Because he’s a defender, he is obsessed with "marking" his territory. He will constantly give you hickeys in places that are hard to hide: the back of your neck, your collarbone, and then smirk when he sees you trying to cover them with a scarf. He wants other men to see the physical proof that you are already taken.
He knows you’re upset before you do. He’ll swoop in with exactly what you need: a coffee, a hug, a distraction, to prove that no one else can understand or provide for you the way he can. He wants to make himself your only source of comfort.
He doesn't stalk you in a creepy, hidden way; he just makes himself omnipresent. He’ll insist on driving you everywhere: work, the gym, grocery shopping, under the guise of "wanting to spend more time with his beautiful girl." In reality, he wants to know exactly where you are and who you’re looking at at all times.
Shuto Sendou ⋆˙⟡
Sendou is the first person to like your post, within seconds of it going up. He’ll comment something borderline embarrassing to mark his territory, like "My girl looks better than any movie star," just so everyone knows you’re taken by the U-20 Ace. He checks your viewers list to see if any other Blue Lock players are looking at you.
Despite his arrogant front, Sendou is pathetically sensitive. If you critique his performance in a match or God forbid, mention that another player ( like Rin or Sae ) played well, he will literally spiral. He’ll spend the rest of the night mental training,( scrolling through hate comments about himself while crying ) until you tell him he’s the only star you care about.
Sendou is pathetically obsessed with being mothered and pampered by you. He wants you to tell him he’s a good boy, rub his shoulders after practice, and feed him his favorite snacks. He acts like he’s high-maintenance but it’s just a way to ensure your entire day revolves around his needs. If you stop paying attention to him for five minutes, he’ll fake a fragile heart episode just to get you to hold him.
Shidou Ryusei⋆˙⟡
He is a biter. He wants your body to be covered in proof of his presence. He’ll leave marks on your neck, shoulders, and thighs, then admire them like they’re works of art. He wants the world to look at you and smell him all over you.
He has zero concept of personal space. Shidou will grab you by the waist and throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes just to take you to another room. He likes to feel your skin against his. Always. If you’re sitting near him, he’ll have his legs tangled with yours or his teeth lightly grazing your ear.
Underneath the violence and the ego, Shidou is pathetically desperate for you to think he’s the best specimen. After a match, he’ll find you and demand a reward. He’ll put his head in your lap and purr like a tiger, waiting for you to tell him how amazing he was. If you don't give him enough attention, he’ll start "acting out" ( destroying furniture or starting fights ) just so you’re forced to focus on him again.
Tabito Karasu ⋆˙⟡
In public, he’ll walk with an arm draped heavily across your shoulders, using his physical reach to box you in. If someone tries to talk to you, he’ll lean in and say something incredibly sharp and personal to them, hitting their own weak point, just to watch them retreat. He smirks when they leave, whispering to you, "See? Only I can handle people like that for you."
Deep down, Karasu is terrified of being "ordinary" or "mediocre" to you. This is where his pathetic side shows. If you praise another man’s intelligence or skill, he’ll spend the next week obsessively researching that topic just so he can out-analyse them in front of you. He needs to be the smartest, most essential person in your life, or he feels like he’s losing the match.
Karasu doesn't need to ask for your password; he’s already watched you type it a hundred times from the corner of his eye. He knows exactly who is messaging you and what their threat level is. If a strong individual (a potential rival) starts talking to you, he’ll subtly sabotage your perception of them before you even realize it.
Otoya Eita ⋆˙⟡
He doesn't comment flashy things like Sendo. Instead, he’s the person who views your story within 10 seconds of posting, every single time, without fail. He won't even like it half the time, he just wants you to see his icon in your viewer list, a silent reminder that he is always watching you, even when he’s at training.
He is pathetically good at being low-maintenance. He’ll tell you, "You don't have to entertain me, just let me stay here." But then he’ll spend the next six hours silently following you from room to room. If you tell him to go home, he’ll just look at you with those half-lidded, slit-like eyes and say, "But I’m already comfortable. Moving is a pain."
He is obsessed with the things people don't notice. He knows exactly how many times you blink when you’re lying, the specific way your breathing changes when you’re sleepy, and the exact brand of laundry detergent you use. He’ll buy that same detergent for his own clothes just so he can smell like home ( you ) even when he’s away at a match.
Kenyu Yukimiya ⋆˙⟡
He stares at you. A lot. Even in a room full of people, his eyes are locked on you with a focused, almost painful intensity. If you ask why he’s staring, he’ll just smile softly and push his glasses up, saying, "I just want to make sure I remember exactly how the light hits your eyes today." It sounds sweet, but there’s a flicker of panic in his expression if you turn away.
He’s terrified that once he loses his sight and his modeling career, you’ll realize he’s broken and leave. He’ll constantly ask for reassurance: "You'll still stay with me even if I can't see the path ahead, right?" He’ll hold your wrist tight enough to leave a mark, as if he can anchor himself to you so he doesn't sink alone.
In the dark, where his vision is at its worst, he becomes a different person. He’ll cling to you like a frightened child, his face buried in your neck. He won't let you get up, even to go to the bathroom. He needs to feel your warmth to know you haven't vanished into the shadows that are slowly closing in on him. "Just stay still," he’ll whisper. "As long as I can feel you, I’m not lost yet."
Hiori Yo ⋆˙⟡
When he holds you, it’s like he’s trying to hide from the rest of the world. He’ll tuck his head into the crook of your neck and let out a long, shaky sigh. He is pathetically addicted to the feeling of being "nothing" in your arms, just a boy who loves you.
He’ll follow you around the house like a ghost, usually with a gaming handheld in his hand, just so he can be in your radius. He doesn't need to talk; he just needs to know you’re there. If you leave the room, he’ll wait thirty seconds and then happen to need something in the room you just entered.
He loves playing games with you, but he prefers games that are strictly two-player. He doesn't like it when you play online with strangers. He’ll subtly suggest that "people online are toxic" and that it’s safer if it’s just the two of you. He wants to be the only person you interact with in your downtime.
Michael Kaiser ⋆˙⟡
He tracks your every micro-expression. If your eyes linger on a TV screen or a passerby for 0.1 seconds too long, he’s already calculated your “disloyalty." He’ll lean in and whisper, "Your eyes are wandering, [Name]. Do I need to remind you who gave you that view?"
Kaiser’s brand of jealousy is degrading. If another man looks at you, Kaiser won’t yell. He’ll walk over, put a hand on the guy’s shoulder, and dismantle his entire existence with a few calm insults. He’ll then turn to you and wipe your cheek as if you’ve been stained just by being near a peasant.
When he sleeps, he doesn't just cuddle; he claims. He’ll pin your hands above your head or wrap his legs around yours, ensuring you are physically locked in place. He often mumbles in German in his sleep, usually something about "don't leave" or "it's all mine."
Alexis Ness ⋆˙⟡
Ness keeps a mental ( and likely physical ) notebook of everyone you interact with. If someone talks to you for too long, he’ll intervene with a terrifyingly wide, unblinking smile. "That’s a loyalty violation. One more and you’re dismissed." He says it like a joke, but his eyes are cold and dead.
He wants to do everything for you. He’ll brush your hair, tie your shoes, and feed you. He doesn't want you to lift a finger. His goal is to make you so pampered and helpless that the very idea of functioning without him feels impossible. He wants to be your life support.
Ness is the type to kneel at your feet just to rest his head on your knees. He’ll look up at you with watery, devoted eyes, begging for a head pat. He is pathetically addicted to your praise. One "Good boy, Alexis," and he’ll literally vibrate with joy for the rest of the day. Without your validation, he wilts into a shivering, anxious mess.
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𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 . Compilations of blue lock characters media presence.
Synopsis: Blue lock Cast compilations of their media presence.
Notes: THIS TOOK TWO DAYS, lemme know if it was good and you want more…I didn’t proof read the entire thing—we ball, maybe the characterization is off, you tell me but I did my best. I also never really written for almost all of them so I just refer to my bllk knowledge and tried to write what I remembered about them.
The Master Striker’s Interview—Chris Prince, Noel Noa, Marc Snuffy and Lavinho.
The cameras panned toward the four Master Strikers seated beneath the bright studio lights.
“Welcome, football fans!” the reporter announced enthusiastically. “Today we’re joined by four of the greatest footballers on the planet! Unfortunately, Julian Loki couldn’t attend due to Olympique P.X.G.’s match against Olympique de Marseille, but we still have an incredible chance to meet the rest of the the greatest players in the world right now.”
The camera then pans towards Chris Prince who was sitting and smiling beside Noel Noa.
“Let’s begin with the well loved ‘Perfect Hero,’ the ace of Manshine City… Chris Prince!”
Chris stood before anyone asked him to.
“So, Mr.Prince ,” the reporter smiled. “The media constantly praises your flawless physique, incredible public image, and unmatched confidence. How do you always manage to stay so incredibly cool… and more importantly… remain so humble?”
Chris closed his eyes, and took a deep breath,
“Well you see—”
And without warning, he tore his suit jacket off. Then, rip, his shirt while Chris stood proudly before the flashing cameras in nothing but perfectly sculpted abs.
“The answer—”Chris said, his voice dropping an octave. “Is discipline and love.” He then shifted into a side-chest pose. Flexing another time. "And an excellent skincare routine."
The reporter blinked twice, entirely speechless staring at Chris Prince’s abs and that was caught 4k by the camera man.
Chris looked directly into the lens of the nearest camera, flashing a blinding smile. “So remember, to take care of yourself .” He winked.
In the seat next to him, Lavinho was already leaning over, clutching his stomach as he laughed uncontrollably. Snuffy just sighed heavily, burying his face in his hand. While Noel Noa didn't even look up from his hands.
The reporter quickly pulled his eyes away from Chris's gleaming torso and recovered his professionalism.
“Well—uhm, thank you!” The reporter nodded, “speaking of your physique, people on the internet are loving your new commercial.”
The massive projector screen behind them lit up. And Chris immediately grinned, his eyes sparkling. “Oh. It's that commercial.”
On-screen, a dramatic, slow-motion video began to play. Of Chris Prince walking out of the ocean, while water cascade off his frame.
And his hair somehow remained perfectly coiffed despite it being wet, and his abs were fully on display. While He stared deep into the camera with smoldering intensity.
“People ask me...” the on-screen Chris murmured. “How do you have this beautiful?l He smiled a flawless, white smile. “I don't. Beauty stays me.”
The screen faded to black, and a sleek bottle appeared.
CHRIS PRINCE SIGNATURE 8-IN-1 PROTEIN SHAMPOO.
The voiceover returned with on screen prince saying, “For your hair... And, everything else.”
The commercial cut to black and absolute silence filled the press room.
The reporter slowly turned back to the real-life, shirtless Chris. “People have been making edits of this in the internet, what do you have to say?”
Chris nodded confidently, “I’ve seen many edits and, I’d say do more!” He winked at the camera.
The reporter cleared his throat loudly. "Ahem... Next, we have the world's number one player... Noel Noa."
Noa looked exactly the same as he had twenty minutes ago. His arms were crossed, his expression was completely blank, and he hadn't reacted to a single piece of Chris's display.
“Mr. Noa,”the reporter smiled nervously, trying to reset the mood. “As the greatest football player in the world, what do you think you would be if you weren't a football player?”
“A virgin,” Noa said.The reporter froze. His pen hovered over his notepad as a stunned silence fell over the room.
“...Excuse me? Could you... elaborate on that?”
“No.”
The producer burst into a loud, booming laugh, which instantly triggered the rest of the media room.
The reporter couldn't help it anymore—he wiped a tear of laughter from his eye, trying to compose himself before moving on to the next question .
The reporter swallowed hard and forced a tight smile, He quickly scrambled to find a new question.
“Right... well, moving on! You scored five goals on your last game, Noa! You must be absolutely ecstatic, over the moon, feeling like a god?”
“It was adequate,” Noa answered instantly, without a hint of hesitation. “Adequate?”
The reporter blinked. “Five goals in a single match is just... adequate?”
“Yes, it was adequate because the ball hit the back of the goal.”
“That is its purpose.” The reporter cleared his throat, trying to pivot to a deeper, more human angle. “ i see. Well, what would you say is your greatest motivation out there on the pitch?”
“Winning.”
“And... after winning?”
“Winning again.”
“And outside of football?”
“Sleep.” The reporter nodded slowly, desperate to find a shred of passion. But the reporter just nodded and looked at the production crew and the reporter awkwardly chuckled, the sound echoing hollowly through his microphone while , Noel Noa just dead-stared at him, completely unblinking.
Desperate to escape the awkwardness, the reporter cleared his throat loudly.
“Ahem! Well... let’s move on to our next Master Striker. Is Marc Snuffy!”
Snuffy leaned forward, While The reporter beamed, gesturing to the massive screen. "
“Snuffy, you are known as a tactical mastermind, and well loved figure.”
“But we dug into the archives, and we have a little surprise from your early days. Let's take a look at this picture of you from your youth club!”
The screen lit up.
It was, without a doubt, the most horrendous picture ever taken of a human being.
A teenage Snuffy stared out at the audience.
He had an aggressive, patchy bowl cut, and a terrible case of puberty acne, and a youth jersey that was three sizes too big, making his neck look like a single blade of grass.
To top it off, he was fiercely crossing his eyes and holding up a peace sign.
The entire press room went completely silent.
Snuffy’s professional smile vanished instantly. His face went entirely pale.
“Oh my god,” Snuffy face palmed
Lavinho gasped, leaning forward. He stared at the screen, clutched his chest, and then let out a laugh so violent it sounded like a dying bird. "
“HAHAHA! WHAT IS THAT?! Snuffy, you looked so different ”
Chris Prince leaned over too, inspecting the screen. “Wow. And I thought my teenage years were awkward.”
“Snuffy, mate... where did your hairline go back then?“
“Turn it off,” Snuffy muttered, “this was a long time ago,”
The reporter, sweating profusely under the awkward tension, frantically gestured to the production crew. "Yes, uh, let's change the screen! Moving swiftly along to our final Master Striker... Lavinho!"
The horrendous teenage photo of Snuffy vanished, replaced by a video file.
Lavinho instantly sat up, a massive grin spreading across his face. “Lavinho,” the reporter began, adjusting his glasses as the video started to play.
““Lavinho, last weekend you hosted a celebration after your club’s victory.”
“The media has… quite a few questions regarding your behavior.”
The screen showed pure, chaos. The video clip started with Lavinho standing on top of a grand piano, he was aggressively dancing while screaming lyrics in Portuguese, completely hyperactive.
And in the background, three of his professional teammates were trying to keep up with him and a whole bunch of people invited were shouting hyping him up.
Suddenly, Lavinho sprinted across the top of the piano, and executed a massive, chaotic front flip right off the instrument, while shouting at the top of his lungs.
one teammate could be heard saying.
“Don’t—”
Lavinho sprinted and jumped. Performing an unnecessary front flip off the piano while yelling,
“VIVA O FUTEBOL!”
The video paused on a blurry frame of Lavinho mid-air, completely upside down.
“Care to explain, Lavinho?” the reporter asked, trying to sound authoritative.
“Many critics are questioning if this was an appropriate behavior for a team captain during a high-stakes tournament.”
Lavinho stared at the paused image, “That flip was cleaner than I remembered.”
“Well—I came, I saw, and I conquered or came, wise words of Mr.world wide”Lavinho leaned into the microphone.
“And…if your celebrations don’t look a little ridiculous…”
He pointed proudly at the frozen image of himself suspended upside down in midair. “…did you really celebrate?”
The reporter slowly lowered his cue cards, accepting defeat. “Well, that is all folks—I think that’s all the time we have today.”
“Thank you to Chris Prince, Noel Noa, Marc Snuffy, and Lavinho for joining us.”
And the camera panned to the three of them sitting down, Chris flexed one last time for the camera.
Snuffy noodded patting chris’s back and Lavinho waved both hands enthusiastically.
Noa had already left the stage thirty seconds earlier.
And The broadcast faded to black.
The Internet, approximately four minutes later.
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@chrisprince_comeback: Chris Prince ripping off another shirt on live TV for the 37th time, lol.
↳ @needhimistggg: I’M NOT COMPLAINING ABOUT IT!
↳ @lol_lol: I’m a guy and I love Chris Prince, genuinely think he is one of the finest man out there.
↳ @chrisweneedyousm: WE NEED CHRIS PRINCE ON A KALVIN KLEIN PROMO PLEASEEEEE!!! @kalvinkleinofficial
↳ @kalvinkleinofficial: maybe…
@Iwanticecream_sobad: Does Chris Prince’s shampoo actually work or is everyone buying it because he’s shirtless?
↳ @myhair_smells_so_nice: It actually helps lol.
↳ @idonotplay_abtbllk: Bought it as a joke. But my hair has never looked better.
↳ @ChrisPrinceOfficial: You’re welcome.
@julianlooki_ily: Julian Loki missing this interview was probably the smartest decision anyone made today.
↳ @julianlokithegoat: Bro chose Champions League football over whatever THIS was.
↳ @weneed_to_see_more_julianloki: He probably opened Twitter after the match and immediately closed the app.
↳ @vivienandjulian: He would’ve left after Chris took his shirt off.
@noel_and_ego_lore_pls: I CANNOT WITH NOEL NOA
↳ @ego_getbetter:“A virgin,” bro…
@we_luv_snuffy: Marc Snuffy was not that BAD
@canwe_see_Lavinho_again: I love Lavinho sm
↳ @look_behind_you: i met him irl and he laughs so loudly.
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Itoshi Rin – “You Look Just Like Sae”
Ever since the Blue Lock vs. Japan U-20 match, Rin Itoshi had become one of the most recognizable young footballers in the country. Unfortunately, that also meant having to deal with the media and broadcasters.
This was precisely why he was currently sitting on a comfortable couch, staring across at the host. The interviewer sat in a large armchair, smiling politely. “Rin, thank you for joining us today.”
Rin gave a short nod. “Thanks.”
It wasn't a well-kept secret that Rin Itoshi was an awkward teenager. He had received media training, but from the looks of it, he still had absolutely no idea what he was doing.
He was trying to be as well-behaved as possible, simply nodding and answering questions in short bursts.
The interview began normally enough. It was a standard “get to know the Blue Lock players” segment.
Favorite food.
Favorite memories.
How he prepared before matches.
Everything was going surprisingly well. Until, that is, the host brought him up.
Everyone knew who “he” was. It was his older brother, Sae Itoshi. Rin had famously stated before that if he were stuck on a deserted island with Sae, he wouldn't even know what to say, and would probably just try to settle a score.
His teammates knew better than to bring up Sae in front of him. Bachira had tried it once; he still regretted it.
“So…” the interviewer started, leaning forward.
“Many fans say you and your big brother, Sae Itoshi, look almost identical.”
Rin answered before the sentence could even finish. “We don’t.”
A giant screen lit up behind him.
PHOTO #1
A picture of Sae and Rin standing side-by-side after a youth tournament. With the Same teal eyes, same long eyelashes.
The only real difference was their facial expressions. Both were sticking their tongues out at the camera because someone behind the lens had apparently told them to.
Rin stared at the screen, flatly refusing to admit the obvious. “We don’t.”
The producer clicked to the next slide.
PHOTO #2
The brothers were sitting on a park bench, both glaring fiercely at a seagull for some reason, it was because Rin’s ice cream cone had dropped to the ground, leaving Sae to hand over his own cone while maintaining a death stare at the bird. Rin was perfectly copying his big brother's glare.
“We don’t.” Rin repeated again.
Click.
PHOTO #3
A photo from elementary school. Sae was standing with his arms crossed. A tiny Rin stood right beside him, crossing his arms in the exact same manner, smiling brightly as he looked up at his big brother.
“That was not…” Rin trailed off.
Click.
PHOTO #4
Both of them fast asleep during a family road trip. The brother were next to each other sleeping in the same position.
Same slight frown. Same hand tucked neatly beneath their cheeks.
The interviewer covered a smile. “You even sleep the same way.”
“We really don—“
Click.
PHOTO #5
A photo of Rin and Sae from their childhood, being completely smiley together and holding hands.
“Look at the two of you, so cute,” the interviewer cooed.
Click.
The next picture filled the screen. It was newborn Rin, fresh out of the hospital. He was bright pinkish-red, wrinkly, and his tiny fists were clenched tightly. He looked remarkably upset about the mere concept of existing.
The interviewer blinked. “And would you like to explain this?”
For the first time during the entire interview, Rin's composure cracked. “Where did you get that?”
The interviewer smiled innocently. “Your mother.”
“Delete it.”
“Oh, we have another one.” The interviewer ignored Rin who was now, tweaking out.
Click.
Newborn Sae. Also bright red. Also incredibly wrinkly. He was making the exact same grumpy expression, his tiny tongue sticking out slightly.
Click.
The next slide placed the two baby pictures side-by-side. The only visible difference was the color of the hospital blankets and the fact that Sae's mouth was open a bit more.
“Delete both.”
“We can’t.”
“And Why?”
“They’re already online.”
Rin slowly closed his eyes, inhaling sharply.
“Actually,” the interviewer added, “your brother sent us a picture too when we reached out to him. It's a photo of you with your tongue out, trying to copy him.”
The interviewer hurriedly continued before Rin could explode. “Before you leave, we actually asked Sae Itoshi one question beforehand and he responded.”
Rin immediately frowned. “Why?”
The screen switched to a pre-recorded video clip. Sae sat in front of a camera with his usual unreadable, detached expression.
An off-screen voice asked, “People often compare you and Rin. What do you think?”
Sae answered without a shred of hesitation. “He copies me.”
Rin immediately leaned toward the studio monitor, his eyes wide. “I WHAT?”
On the screen, Sae continued calmly, “When he was little... he doesn’t like people knowing, but he copied how I stood. How I put my tongue out. It was cute. And whenever he grumbles now…” Sae looked directly into the camera lens. “…I’m reminded of myself.”
Rin looked utterly horrified and disgusted, Deep down, he knew it was true—he often deadpanned and grumbled in the exact same way his big brother did.
The interviewer slowly pulled out another sheet of photos. “We found… several examples.”
Click.
Tiny Rin, about four years old, standing right behind Sae and making the exact same grumpy face.
Click.
Sae drinking a juice box. Rin drinking a juice box in the exact same way.
Click.
Sae sitting with one knee raised. Rin sitting beside him in the exact same pose.
Click.
Sae glaring at someone off-camera. Rin glaring in the exact same direction.
“We don’t,” Rin muttered, ignoring every picture being shown to him.
Click.
A teenage Sae after scoring a goal. A teenage Rin after scoring a goal. Neither was smiling. Both were fixing their hair with the exact same hand gesture.
The interviewer couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “So… you’re saying you’ve never copied your brother?”
“No.”
At that exact moment, Rin absentmindedly crossed his arms over his chest.
The producer quietly pulled up a final split-screen on the monitor. On the left was Sae, crossing his arms. On the right was Rin, doing it the exact same way in real-time.
The interview ended right there.
Rin stormed out of the studio twenty minutes early, immediately calling his mother to demand why on earth she had agreed to send those files. The producer later admitted on social media that they still had another thirty-three comparison photos they never got the chance to show.
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@iluvtheitoshi_bros : awh look at them both just three popcorns tall 🥹
@unbench_itoshi_rin_pls: All they have to do is just talk, pleaseeee make up you two :(
This poster posted an edit captioned: “Born to lock in.”
The edit was twenty-three seconds long. And consisted entirely of newborn Rin blinking once, edited by using the song f(x) - Shadow.
↳ @give_ness_morescreen_time: HE LOOKS LIKE A GUMMY WORM
↳@bllk_is_awsome:RIN IS SO CUTEEE
@nomore_misscommunication_pls: Imagine your own mother emailing these pictures to the media 😭
@sae_talkto_rin_pls: I NEED TO SEE RIN SMILE AGAIN
↳ @turn_off_da_phone: NO SAME!!
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The Luxury hair shampoo commerical — Jyubei Aryu
The commercial opens in stark, high-contrast black and white, plunging the viewer into a void of pure, dramatic darkness.
The heavy silence is immediately shattered by a booming, theatrical Italian opera. The whole entire commercial was dramatized.
From the shadows, Jyubei Aryu walks slowly toward the lens, wearing an open-chest silk robe and was standing while his hair was being blown by an absolute hurricane-force fan directly into his face while staying majestic, as always.
As the video progresses and him posing , his voice was heard “Beauty…”
The camera aggressively pans in tight as Aryu executes a flawless, first hair flip.
Every single strand moves in ultra-slow motion,
“Wonder…” followed immediately by a second, highly calculated hair flip. His eyes lock with the camera lens.
For the final sequence, Aryu executes a third, violent whip of his mane that blinds the camera “…Majestic.”
A sleek, black obsidian shampoo bottle with the word “STYLISH” embossed in font slowly descends into the frame.
Aryu catches the bottle flawlessly without looking, holds it gently against his cheek, tilts his head, and breathes directly into the screen looking at us saying the words,“…Stay glamorous.”
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@Gagamaru_isawsome: that the man clearly moisturizes in IMAX 3D
@Barou_inamaid_costume: the studio fan deserves an oscar!
@i_dont_know_anymore: Aryu is so iconic.
@bllk4everrrr: Chigiri and Aryu have top ten best hair’s.
@Isagis_Puzzle_Piece: pls someone edit Aryu with the "I don’t sell audio”
@heis_trying_to_ignore_it: aryu acting like he is in a renaissance painting
@Kunigami_imysm: i had already bought a four-bottle supply. It actually smelles so good.
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Gagemeru Caught on video.
The viral video begins with a shaky, snow-dusted lens as a travel vlogger tries hiking in Japan during the freezing winter days.
Shivering into her microphone, she smiles breathlessly at the lens, announcing to her audience, “Today we’re exploring one of Japan’s beautiful winter mountains—”
The camera pans around to show her face completely messed up by the biting snow and howling wind, but the peaceful vlog diary is abruptly interrupted when a massive figure suddenly passes right by her in the background.
Fans immediately realized that it was none other than Gin Gagamaru, completely barefoot and wearing no jacket, whatsoever.
He was just casually walking through a winter freeze that should have been humanly impossible to survive.
The vlogger completely freezes in shock, her jaw dropping as she stares at the giant walking through the snow.
She turns the camera toward him and calls out, “Sir?” Gagamaru stops, turns, and nods politely at her, his voice perfectly calm as he replies, “Morning.”
Looking at his bare skin against the ice, the terrified vlogger asks, “Aren’t you cold?” Gagamaru doesn't blink and quickly replied
“No, have a great day ma’am,” before turning around to keep walking away.
Leaving her utterly baffled, the vlogger starts following him since it was a hiking track afterall.
Just five minutes later, the peaceful hike turns into chaos when a wild boar suddenly charges out from the treeline directly toward the camera.
Before she could react or scream, Gagamaru moves with lightning reflexes and tackles the wild animal head-on into the snowbank.
The stunned boar scrambles back up, completely terrified by the human mountain, and immediately runs away into the brush.
Gagamaru casually stands up, pats the fresh snow off his hands, and turns to the camera with a friendly look before he just keeps walking up the mountain as if nothing happened.
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@gagamaru_we_luv_u:He’s definitely not human.
↳ @i_ranoutofideas:Didn't he fight a bear??
↳ @shindou_backstory_soon: Yeah, he talked about it in the interview.
↳@ imscaredforhisbackstory:Holy shit this guy is strong.
You already know what Yo Hiori does in his free time: he livestreams.
For someone who is a professional athlete, this man screentime is cooked.
He had already been streaming for five hours straight, casually playing games and chatting with his viewers, when a fan sent a Super Chat and donated 30 dollars to the stream.
The money was being raised for a charity going toward people who needed it, most likely for cancer research or kids with broken bones.
Taking advantage of the donation highlight, a viewer in the chat popped the ultimate question: “Hiori, how much is your screen time?”
Without hesitating, Hiori casually opens up his phone settings and holds the screen up to his camera lens.
The display reads a staggering 33 hours and 42 minutes.
The chat instantly explodes into absolute chaos, with messages flying across the screen at lightning speed.
The top comment screams in pure disbelief, “THAT’S MORE THAN A DAY.”
Hiori just shrugs his shoulders at the webcam, completely unfazed and calmly explains, “I was reading.”
A spam of confused “What?” messages floods the chat box immediately.
Hiori looks away slightly and murmurs, “…Mostly...” The chat pushes harder, demanding to know, “…Reading what?”
Hiori blinks sleepily at his monitor “uhm—oh look at that, I won.” Time to go.
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@hiori_readsfanfics: Go outside.
↳@hiori_is_cool: Bro he literally is an athlete HE GOES OUTSIDE AND WORKS OUT.
@Hioris_Left_cheek: Hiori send those fanfic links.
@imjustlikehim:Hiori is just like me.
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Street interview-Karasu and Otoya
The video opens on a bustling, Kyoto sidewalk, the background filled with the low hum of chatter and ambient traffic.
The camera pans directly to a reporter holding a microphone, smiling warmly.
“And we are live in Kyoto! Alright, I’m here with Blue Lock’s own Crow. Tell me, which player in the facility has the absolute no romantic charm?”
The camera shifts over to Karasu Tabito, who is leaning casually against a metal railing with his hands tucked into his pockets.
Hearing the question, Karasu doesn't even shift his posture. He just stands there smirking, a look of pure, immediate certainty in his eyes.
"It's Otoya for sure," Karasu says, the smirk widening on his face without a single second of hesitation.
Right on cue, Otoya Eita saunters casually into the shot from the side.
He is slowly sipping from a can of soda, looking completely relaxed and entirely ignoring the reporter's microphone.
He looks straight at Karasu, looking entirely pleased with himself.
“Yo. You won't believe it," Otoya brags smoothly. "I literally just scored a local girl's phone number down the block.”
Karasu’s smirk vanishes instantly and lets out a heavy, sigh then raising a hand to aggressively pinch the bridge of his nose.
"Ya absolutely stupid," Karasu bluntly breaks the news, his voice dropping into a flat, deadpan tone. “She definitely gave you a fake number because you looked terrifying.”
A long, agonizingly deadpan five-second silence settles over the entire sidewalk. Nobody moves.
Otoya doesn't look offended instead , he slowly turns his head to stare straight into the camera lens, his eyes wide and completely unblinking.
Otoya reaches into his pocket, pulls out his phone, and immediately dials the number, aggressively tapping the screen to put it on speakerphone.
“Oh! He's calling her right now!” the reporter says, leaning in closer with a wide grin. “Let's see if she answers!”
Otoya finally breaks his stare from the camera and throws a confident smirk over at his friend. “Watch and learn, Karasu.”
The phone line clicks.
For a split second, there is absolute quiet, followed by the cold, digital tone of an automated voice filling the street: "We're sorry. The number you have dialed has been disconnected, or is no longer in service. Please hang up and—"
“I TOLD YER SHE DID NOT GIVE YOU HER NUMBER”Karasu suddenly laughed out loud whils Otoya just stands there completely limp, still staring down at the disconnected phone screen in utter, silent disbelief.
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@imtiredstrsly: Karasu didn't even hesitate to choose him 😭
@iluvotoya: Otoya must be coping so hard.
@karasuistuff: I saw them filming this! Otoya literally walked into a lamppost two minutes later trying to look cool.
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“Caught 4k” — Alexis ness
An anonymous teammate from the Bastard München leaked a a five-second video clip taken on the team’s international flight on the way to a football game.
The footage catches Alexis Ness in the window seat, sleeping and looking entirely too pure for this earth.
Tightly curled up into a neat little ball under a fluffy, pastel-blue airline blanket that is pulled all the way up to his chin.
Clutching a ridiculously tiny travel pillow against his chest, yet is he somehow wearing the most serene smile, like he was having the sweetest dream imaginable.
He looks so peaceful that the internet instantly chooses made a meme out of it.
Within two hours, the "Sleeping Ness" becomes the biggest meme on the internet, with fans editing his cozy, blanket-wrapped body into the most chaotic photoshops as possible.
On the Titanic, Ness is edited sleeping peacefully on a wooden deck chair, tucked in tight, while the ship visibly breaks in half and passengers panic in the background.
For the moon landing, a photoshopped, Ness is shown floating upside down, fast asleep with his pillow, right next to Neil Armstrong as he takes his first steps.
In the dinosaur age, Ness is curled up on a patch of grass, while the meteor crashes into the horizon behind a pack of running dinosaurs.
People made fan-arts, edits and even started drawing other characters like Ness. All because we all thought he was cute.
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@kaiser_story_sad: i wish i could sleep like that
@might_do_more: LEAVE MY BOY ALONE HE IS JUST TAKING A COMFY NAP
@igotfour_hours_of_sleep: I LOVE NESSS SMMM
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“The Viral Photoshoot Kawaii Meme”— Julian loki
“Julian Loki is so pretty, I love him”
That was often the comments you would see under cute edits of Julian paired with songs like “Écoute Chérie” by Vendredi sur Mer, and you know what, they were right. Because Julian Loki has to be one of the prettiest people out there.
(Listen, I’m a fan of him since he got introduced, he the goat)
So it was no suprise that he’ll model for big brands and the community completely implodes after a luxury French fashion house drops the behind-the-scenes footage of their multi-million dollar campaign starring Julian Loki.
The young prodigy is deadass so attractive that modeling agencies have been aggressively throwing contracts at him for months, making him earn an absolute fortune and skyrocketing his popularity way past the sports world, people who weren’t into sports probably thought he was a Model by how he is always seen in city billboards.
But there was this specific shoot that triggers a viral wave across TikTok and Twitter because of how aggressively cute he is, making it a reaction meme that the internet obsesses over and always referenced.
The studio had soft lighting, a massive slow-motion wind machine, and Loki wearing a soft cashmere turtle neck.
He looks fine posing normal , “Perfect, Julian! Maintain that intense gaze! Look straight into the lens but can you act shy…if you can” the photographer calls out from behind the camera.
Then he flashes a devastatingly cute, dimpled smile, and tugged the turtle neck closer.
“Ah, sorry! I can't do the face for that long, it makes my eyes water!” Loki laughs, shaking his head.
The photographer slowly lowers the camera, clutching his heart. “No, no... keep doing that..”
The official behind-the-scenes clip hits 55 million views in less than three hours, turning his bright, boyish grin into a multi-purpose reaction meme for anything wholesome or sweet.
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@loki_pls_a_chance: Deadass Julian Loki is so fine, istg my jaw dropped to the floor when he smiled 😭
↳ @its_a_mbaqqeparallel: He literally is so cute!!
@vivien_and_loki_4ever: His natural ageyo- sal is so refreshing.
This poster posted an edit of Julian Loki with the song “GEE” by SNSD
↳ @iluv_julian_loki: HE NEEDS TO DO A PHOTOSHOOT WITH VIVI PLEASEEEEEE !!
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The “Noa challenge” — Noa Noel
Well…PIFA demanded that all global football ambassadors perform a lively celebratory dance for the upcoming World Cup promotional campaign.
They need the views, okay?
The problem was that ALL of them had to dance, imagine seeing grown, muscular, well built players—who are always seriously and competitive in the pitch acting all cute….
yeah no…
Except for the following: , Lavinho , Julian and even Snuffy agreed…alongside many others…Sae probably thought it was a hassle but he had to since it’s a contract and all….but When presented with the concept of choreography to Noel Noa
He just stared blankly at the production team and says a flat, final “no,” until the director aggressively points at the fine print and reminds him that he already signed the legally binding contract.
Left with no choice, Noa performs the smallest, stiffest, dance ever with his arms glued to his sides and his facial expression remaining completely frozen without changing a single pixel.
He was already old and didn’t even want to do this…
Once the commercial releases, it went viral in under an hour as the internet launches the global #NoaDanceChallenge, and they posted bloopers of people hyping him up to dance only to see a flat expression and a sigh.
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@noel_noa_and_ego_when: HE DID NOT WANT TO BE THERE!
@this_took_five_hours: Someone add this dance to Fortnite, NOW !!
@egoist_real: nurse…its…awake!
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“The Reality TV”— New Gen X
You see, PIFA thought it was a good idea to have a massive marketing stunt funded heavily by them, the World's Next Generation XI players are forced to live under one roof in a luxury mansion.
For a week…yeah…which one of them pitch this idea…no one knows!
And they posted a promo video of things that happened within the week of their stay.
The camera then pans and shows clips of the New Gen X activities.
“The Least Exciting Person”
The cameras quietly followed Michael Kaiser as he paced a secluded balcony, his phone pressed firmly against his ear.
The crew captured his voice dripping with absolute distain. “No… he’s the least exciting person to look at. He is a fucking bum—his face just annoys me,”
Kaiser sneered, rolling his eyes dramatically before abruptly ending the call and muttering curses to himself.
Cut immediately to a private confessional, where a producer sat behind the camera trying to piece together the gossip.
“So… were you talking about Teddy Knight?” the producer asked. Kaiser looked genuinely blank, blinking at the lens.
“Who?”, kaiser asked thrn the producer clarified
“Teddy, teddy part of Gen X.” Kaiser scoffed, waving a hand dismissively. “Oh, no. It was Isagi. But yeah,”
he added after a pause, “He is also the least exciting person to look at.”
Naturally, production stirred the pot by showing the raw footage to Teddy during his own confessional block.
Teddy watched the clip in complete, silence, then the camera pans, “I'm not even close to him,” Teddy muttered to the camera.
The editors then cut to the main living area where Teddy was already sitting on the couch, and Kaiser walked into the room, instantly freezing when he saw teddy.
The room became painfully quiet. Kaiser stared at Teddy; Teddy stared back.
Kaiser grabbed a random bottle of water from the counter, spun on his heel, and walked away without saying a single word.
Kasier Lost His Sunglasses
Everyone was (paid) finally agreed on one relaxing day off at the beach.
Down by the shoreline, Bunny was being completely buried in sand by Lorenzo.
Nearby, Julian Loki was walking along the shoreline.
Teddy…teddy..was teddy…the crew can’t seem to find him.
Sae Itoshi, was already fast asleep in a hammock beneath a massive umbrella.
Meanwhile, Vivien wandered the shoreline, taking aesthetic pictures of seashells and tightly clutching that blank book he is known for carrying everywhere.
The happiness shattered when Kaiser proudly strutted toward the water, adjusting his expensive designer sunglasses on his head that costed $89,000 (he got it for free after a shooting)
Suddenly, a massive, wave crashed directly over his head
The water receded, showing Kaiser soaking wet with his hair ruined, while his sunglasses floated away into the deep ocean.
The camera frantically zoomed in on his panicked face as he splashed around, blind and desperate, searching the waves.
Bunny immediately broke into loud, Lorenzo, yelled out that he would swim after them—but only if Kaiser paid him 80 bucks cash upfront.
From under the umbrella, Sae Itoshi opened one eye and delivered a well known famous side-eye of his , caught in crisp 4K.
“Stop taking pics—Lorenzo is in jail”
Lorenzo was apparently in local jail, and the car ride was a mess.
Loki was behind the wheel, while Vivien sat in the passenger seat trying to navigate.
Kaiser sat directly behind him, while Sae was passed out asleep against the window, completely uncaring by what was happening
Bunny smiled mischievously and held up his phone for a selfie. “Say cheese.”
Kaiser, leaned into the frame with a smoldering pout. Teddy threw a peace sign, and Bunny, leaning forwardand threw bunny ears behind the sleeping Sae's head. Then bunny handed Vivien the phone to snap pictures.
Click. Click. Click.
Another picture. Then another, with everyone aggressively posing while a teammate was locked in a holding cell.
Julian turned around , “Guys, seriously, stop taking pictures! Lorenzo, is literally in trouble right now.”
The scene ended with another private confessional,
The producer noted, “Lorenzo said he might’ve been arrested, and you guys were doing a photoshoot.”
Sitting on the confession couch side-by-side, Bunny, Kaiser, Vivien, Teddy and Sae looked completely unbothered. Kaiser simply shrugged at the camera, adjusted his hair, and said,
“We just looked really good that day.”
The teaser promo ends there, many people tuned in, some hoped it was them being seriously and football while some liked the idea, the internet was divided.
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@kaisermogs: GUYS BE QUIET, MY SHOW IS ON
↳@ohmygosh_want_ishappening: kaiser is literally so funny here.
@saeitoshi_ispretty: THIS is NOT about FOOTBALL
@teddywhoisthat: please give teddy screentime in the show…
@cake_is_good: are we ignoring the fact lorenzo went to jail????
↳ @iwant_cake: yes.
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“What’s In My Bag?”—Anri Teieri
Anri Teieri, the beloved woman who single-handedly runs Blue Lock, with Ego Jinipachi, agrees to a casual “What's In My Bag” interview.
Deeply admired and loved by the fanbase, especially by female fans who constantly flood TikTok with high-quality edits because of how much they admire her, she was pretty huge and deserves all love and support.
the video started with her smiling sweetly to showing of her everyday essentials: a neat leather wallet, a tinted lip balm, and her meticulously organized daily planner, the charms on her bags and she was telling stories.
Till the tone shifts instantly as she continues digging into the depths of her designer bag,
pulling out three heavy-duty emergency whistles, six tangled high-speed charging cables, a custom stress ball shaped exactly like Jinpachi Ego’s head, two industrial-sized packets of extra-strength painkillers, a thick stack of legally binding signed waivers, and three completely different brands of smartphones.
When the bewildered reporter asks, “Why on earth do you have all of these?”
Anri’s beautiful smile fades into a deadpan stare, she lets out a long, exhausted sigh and mumbled two words: “Blue Lock.”
The reporter nods in immediatly understanding, and the clip ends right there.
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@anri_is_pretty: GIVE MY GIRL A BREAKK
@pusheenloverrr: BRO EGO, GIVE HER VACATION DAYS
@anri_we_luv_you: the fact that it started as wholesome and then her vibe completely changed when she mumbled blue lock😭😭
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Ego goes live
The official Blue Lock account suddenly goes live, presenting a pitch-black screen that remains dark for thirty grueling minutes.
Millions tune in to a broadcast of nothingness but then an aggressive slurping of instant noodles and a deeply annoyed, familiar voice was heard.
The camera abruptly flips, accidentally revealing Jinpachi Ego in the most bum-ass outfit imaginable.
And he was wearing a headband that pushed back his hair, fully exposing his massive forehead as he wildly gestures with a pair of chopsticks at the monitors, completely crashing out in real-time over the match footage.
“Oh my gosh... can these kids actually shoot the goal? Look at this. Horrible. He missed from five yards out. How?!”
He continued on with his complaining, for twenty minutes straight tweaking out seeing the Blue Lock players suck at their scoring’s and training.
He finally looks down at his phone screen, freezing as he notices the active screen. He squints directly into the lens, asking, “Am I live?” right before seeing the viewer count sitting at a staggering 2.7 million people.
Before he ends it ego is heard screaming at the top of his lungs: “ANRI! ANRI!”
Then the livestream ended.
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@isagi_takea_shower: HE IS SUCH A MESS 😭
@bl_or_BL: Wait...
@ego_stan: He is still fine idk what you all say, the forehead reveal won me over.
The poster posted an edit of his exposed forehead with the song 'Kinky Love' playing in the background.
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“Brother and Sister live” —Hyoma Chigiri ft(Koyuki Chigiri).
Hyoma Chigiri hops onto Instagram Live alongside his older sister, Koyuki Chigiri, it was just a random live stream because they were both bored, the entire time they’ve been having petty fights and kicking each-other and both outing each other’s stories.
Hyoma was doing his nightly skin care routine while his sister was beside him and playing music in the background while she waits for the food she ordered for her and him to eat.
The chat immediately moves at lightning speed, with thousands of viewers and began on asking questions.
Koyuki was reading the comments, “ ‘How does it feel to have a popular younger brother?' Um, nuh-uh. The real question should be— how does it feel to have a hot older sister, Hyoma?”
Which earned hyoma to give a nasty side eye to his sister while he continued doing his skin care on stream.
Koyuki then continued squinting closely at the screen to read the next fast-moving question “ ‘Koyuki, do you have a girlfriend?' Oh. No, I don’t.”
Then she smiled to the camera Hyoma Suddenly lets out a dramatic scoff, and aggressively flips his long, pristine well cared pink hair onto his sisters face. Making koyuki grimace at disgust.
The live stream lasted for about two more hours before they went to bed.
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@Chigiri_hair_fan: Her sister is sooo fine omg, the Chigiri genetics are literally a cheat code 😭
↳ @i_need_yogurt: I have massive gender envy watching this stream right now, how do they BOTH look that gorgeous?!
@bl_4ever: LMAO, my boyfriend saw the screen over my shoulder and said “'who is that cute girl on the left?' and I had to tell him 'baby, that is a whole guy... that's a professional footballer’ ”
@koyuki_stan_01: I love her 😍
This poster posted an edit of Koyuki the audios 'Glamorous' blasting in the background
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“I love you mom!”—Meguru Bachira
During a post-match media press conference, a female reporter smiles warmly at Meguru Bachira, mentioning how deeply proud his mother is of him.
It was a short clip but it was so sweet.
She notes“We all know your mom is your biggest fan! What would you like to say to her?”
The camera pans to Bachira, smiling, “ I really love my mom and I want to say that I love her so so much and I’m thankful for her, I love you mom!”
Bachira was happy and waving and that comment made the reporter feel sentimental and the clip ends there.
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@BACHIRA_SOSWEET: TEARS IN MY EYES
@fly_day: I genuinely cannot, I love how his mom always supported him knowing how he was treated as a kid.
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“Forehead…Incident”—Yukimiya Kenyu
A younger , like reaally young Yukimiya Kenyu secures a endorsement deal with a luxury clothing brand. The photographer nods happily at the monitor, praising him.
“Beautiful! Gorgeous! Can we try one shot without the bangs? Let's get them out of your face.”
Yukimiya was hesitant, “Uh... do we have to?”
The Photographer said, It’ll only take one shot, Kenyu!”
Then a stylist came and pushes his bangs completely back, and pins them back
Click. Click. Click.
The Photographer: Slowly lowers at the camera, staring at the digital preview screen in absolute, deadpan silence, and looks back up, “…Maybe…not…let’s put them back…”
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@yuki_isoretty: He is so pretty either way
@itsbeenhours: PUT THEM BACK 😭 PUT THEM BACK RIGHT NOW OR I AM DELETING MY ACCOUNT😭😭😭😭
@ineedtostopandtakeabreak: The forehead reveal changed my life, but not for the better….
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“That One Cologne Commercial”—Isagi Yoichi
Isagi Yoichi was well known and had a bright, promising future alongside the rest of the Blue Lock players, making brands eager to sign the new football stars.
That is how, a high-end fragrance company chose Isagi Yoichi as the face of their newest cologne….
Their slogan was simple
Confidence. Elegance. Mystery.
That was the vibe of the scent and they wanted someone like Isagi…surprisingly..
In the studio, the director confidently walked over and patted his back. “Alright, Isagi. I don’t want football. I just want you to look cool.”
The crew sighed in relief, calling out, “Cameras are rolling.”
“Action!” Then someone hit the tape.
Take One
the lights turned on, and a crystal bottle of cologne sat in Isagi’s hand. He slowly looked into the camera far too intensely as his eyes narrowed.
The staff collectively recognized that look. “He’s doing it,” the cameraman whispered. “Is that… metavision thing?”
“If your opponent predicts your movement based on your scent…” Following a dramatic pause, he finished,
“…..you’ll be dead. So you must devour them with your aroma.”
Silence gripped the room before the director immediately stood up and shouted,
“CUT! Why did you threaten the customer?!”
Take Two
The makeup team was freshening him up, while the director took a deep breath to coach him.
“Forget football..please….” The director pleaded,
“Okay?”
“Okay Sir!”
Isagi picked up the bottle and began, “people stink, and you don’t want to stink at all and you want to defeat your enemies.”
“CUT!!”
Take Three
The director was crouching in front of him. “Just smile. …Can you do that?” Isagi nodded, “yes sir!”
The director called for action, and Isagi smiled. Instantly, the entire room became uncomfortable.
It wasn’t a normal smile; it was the exact expression Isagi made whenever he’d cuss someone out on the football pitch.
The photographer slowly lowered his camera and muttered, “why is he like that…”
The boom operator took one nervous step backward as the director sighed and called a quiet, “…Cut….”
Take Four
The marketing team was brought in to make a script. “Just read this,” they instructed. Isagi looked down at the line
“Confidence isn’t something you wear… it’s something you become.”
“Okay…okay…,” Isagi muttered. Everyone sighed in relief.
“Action!” He looked at the camera and delivered the first line perfectly: “…Confidence isn’t something you wear.”
Everyone smiled, waiting for the finish. Instead, Isagi hesitated. “…It’s…” The director’s eye twitched as Isagi went off-script again: “sorry, I forgot…”
Take Five,
the director had completely given up. “Just hold the bottle…Please.”
The camera rolled, and for ten perfect seconds, everything was beautiful. Then, Isagi quietly whispered to himself, “…
“If Kaiser wore this… …He’d probably still stink.” The director screamed, “
“CUT!” and collapsed into a chair, muttering, “…Just air the bloopers.”
One month later, the commercial released exactly as filmed, with no edits and no script.
It was just the entire thing of Isagi failing to advertise the perfume and it exploded.
Nobody understood how the fragrance sold out globally within forty-eight hours.
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@isagi_and_bachira: He’s trying so hard 😭 someone give him his ball back.
@isagiiiis: HE IS HAPPY TO LOOK A MESSSSS
@TheLuxuryFragrance :We’re honestly not sure why sales tripled.
↳ @iboughttheperfume: Whoever approved this deserves a promotion.
@Bllk_lover: this poster posted a meme
Director:
“Don’t mention football.”
Isagi:
“So anyway…”
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Micheal Kaiser Reads Your Tweets
The Bastard München social media team had convinced Michael Kaiser to participate in one of the internet's favorite celebrity segments, which was “Reading Your Tweets.”
Kaiser is lounging comfortably on the chair, completely at ease in front of the lens.
Then he picked up the first card from the stack, and a slow grin spread across his face as he read the text aloud. "
“I'd let Michael Kaiser ruin my life.” He looked directly into the camera with total “…that is Understandable….” Then moved on to the next not responding to that note.
He pulled the third card and began to read, but his expression instantly shifted.
“Why does Kaiser hate Isagi so much? Is it because—”He stopped reading mid-sentence.
The smile completely disappeared from his face. In absolute silence, he slowly folded the card once, twice, and three times.
He then calmly ripped it apart and muttered, “next.”
From behind the camera, the producer tried to intervene, pointing out that he didn't even finish reading it.
Kaiser smiled again, instantly switching back to his charming persona. “I don't need to.”
He moved on to the next card, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
“Kaiser definitely spends his free time looking at aesthetic boards on Pinterest.” He looked up, genuinely delighted.
“Oh. I do!” The producer blinked in confusion, asking what he meant. "
“I only discovered Pinterest recently,”Kaiser explained warmly.
“It's wonderful, I love it. Next card.” He pulled the next one
“Does Alexis Ness get paid to agree with everything Kaiser says?”
Kaiser looked deeply offended by the accusation. He stared straight at the camera and gave a flat, definitive, “No.”
The producer then handed him one last card, mentioning that this particular topic was currently trending.
Kaiser nodded smoothly, he flipped the card over and read,
“Michael Kaiser probably looks at his own edits before bed.”
He stopped, looking directly into the camera lens.
He let the silence hang in the room for a few heavy seconds before finally admitting,
“Only if there are new ones.”
And the scene ends there!
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@Kaiser_weluv_u: HOLD UP. Kaiser has a Pinterest?? Someone find his username immediately.
@kaiser_hair: “...Only if there are new ones.” HE IS SO REAL FOR THAT.
@okay_kaiserandness: The way he ripped the Isagi card in complete silence...
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Nanase vs the deers
The Blue Lock’s team trip to Nara Park was supposed to be relaxing. It was just like a fun little trip, you know, to feed the famous deer, explore the area, see the historical temples, and take pictures.
Everything was peaceful, supposedly.
Nanase had been especially excited. He stood in front of the camera with a freshly opened pack of deer crackers. “They’re so polite! Look, they even bow!” He smiled brightly as several deer gently approached him. One politely dipped its head. “See? They’re so cute.”
The cameraman nodded. Then—a loud snort echoed across the path.
Nanase turned his head. Standing several meters away was one enormous male deer.
It slowly lifted its head, its eyes locked directly onto the crackers in Nanase’s hands.
The deer took one step forward. “…Uh…” Another step. Then another. The deer snorted again. Nanase looked at the camera. “…Guys?”
The deer suddenly charged.
“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!”
Nanase turned and bolted down the stone pathway at full speed.
The cameraman immediately started running after him, causing the footage to become violently shaky.
Tourists stepped aside as Nanase sprinted through the park.
One elderly woman calmly continued feeding another deer without even looking up.
The chase passed directly in front of an ancient temple, with Nanase completing one full lap around it.
Meanwhile, about a few meters away, Kurona stood completely still, calmly eating a strawberry ice cream cone.
Beside him, Hiori quietly enjoyed a vanilla ice cream, watching Nanase sprint past for the fourth time.
“He looks like his still going at it, ain’t he?” Hiori snorted .
Raichi folded his arms. “He’ll be fine.”
Nanase sprinted past again, screaming, “RAICHI! HELP!”
Raichi didn’t move. “You’ve got legs. USE ’EM!”
“I AM USING THEM!” Nanase wailed.
Kurona watched Nanase disappear into the distance. “…Lap five…”
Cut to another angle.
Nanase ran directly toward Isagi, who had just walked out of a souvenir shop carrying a small bag and was smiling
“ISAGIIIIIIII! THE DEER WANTS ME!”
Isagi looked up, completely blank. “…What?”
Before he could react, Nanase ran straight past him.
The massive deer followed immediately behind. A split second later, three more deer joined the chase.
Isagi blinked. “…Why are there four now..?”
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@kansai_countryaccent: I WAS THERE.WHY WAS THAT GUY RUNNING LIKE HIS LIFE DEPENDED ON IT.
@VisitNara We’d like to remind visitors that the deer are generally very gentle and during times like this its best to avoid them.
@it_1pm_ok: “You've got legs, USE 'EM!” Legit means survive on your own.
@hiori_drop_thatfanficlink: Hiori and Kurona eating ice cream while Nanase fights for his life 😭
@bluelock_lover2022: Shoutout to the cameraman who kept running with Nanase to get the footage
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Sae itoshi Resting bitch face : Check this out!
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“Post-Match Spotlight”—Aoshi Tokimitsu
A sports reporter sat down with Aoshi Tokimitsu for a quick post-match interview. The cameras rolled and the reporter smiled politely.
“So, Tokimitsu… how does it feel being officially recognized as one of Blue Lock’s strongest physical players?”
Tokimitsu immediately froze. Within seconds, he was sweating bullets. His fingers twisted together nervously.
“p-please don’t say that!”
“I’m probably not!”
“I’m actually the weakest!”
The reporter blinked.
“ well according to the data…you are one of the—.”
Tokimitsu’s face somehow became even paler.
“IT WAS PROBABLY A MISTAKE!”
“I APOLOGIZE TO EVERYONE!”
The reporter stared at him in complete disbelief. While Tokimitsu looked like he was on the verge of tears.
The reporter slowly lowered her cue cards.
“…We’re… just going to end it there.”
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@afan_ofbllk: Someone please give this person a pep talk."
@can_igo_now: someone tell him NO ONE is MAD AT HIM
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“Oh, France”—Zantetsu Tsurugi
(The blue lock guys aren’t known for their intelligence..)
The media team decided to put the players through a random street-interview segment featuring rapid-fire trivia.
It was simple, unfortunately for the producers, the Blue Lock boys are famously geniuses on the pitch and total airheads off of it.
Zantetsu Tsurugi stood in front of the microphone, looking incredibly intellectual.
The interviewer smiled, holding up the microphone. “Alright, Zantetsu! First question, keep it quick. What country is Paris in?”
Zantetsu didn't blink. He slowly reached up with his middle finger and adjusted his glasses,
He closed his eyes & took a deep,
“Europe?”
The interviewer stared at him, blinking in dead silence. The camera remained perfectly still.
Realizing the interviewer hadn't moved on to the next question, Zantetsu’s eyes widened slightly behind his frames.
A sudden spark of panic hit his brain. He quickly cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses a second time to cover his embarrassment.
“Oh, wait,” Zantetsu corrected himself quickly, his face flushing slightly. “France.”
The producer behind the camera let out a heavy sigh, realizing it was going to be a very, very long shoot.
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@let_me_post_this: The lights are on but absolutely nobody is home.
@zantetsu_woah: He’s trying his best 😭 at least he got the continent right!
@bllk_funny: Zangetsu…… please just stick to sports..
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“My Skin Care Rountine”—Niko Ikki
After months of requests from people, Niko Ikki uploaded the video everyone had been asking for has been uploaded.
The reason was they wanted to know how the heck is he able to see with his thick bangs.
The video opened with Niko standing in front of his bathroom mirror. With his thick black bangs hung over his face as always, completely covering his eyes.
Not once did he brush them aside. He looked into the camera. “…A lot of people asked for this. So… here it is.”
He reached for a bottle of foaming cleanser. “First, we use cleanser.” He pumped a generous amount into his hands before working it into a thick lather.
Then massaged it into his face, except the entire upper half of his face. “Then my acne wash..”
Next came a hydrating toner. He poured a few drops into his palms and gently patted it into his skin. He reached for a serum. “This helps with my acne.”
The moisturizer came next. He spread it evenly across his face but The bangs never once was lifted. Not even once.
Finally, he held up a bottle of sunscreen.
“…Most important step...” He carefully applied it to every exposed part of his face, then calmly lowered his hands.
“Done.” He gave the camera a small nod. “Thanks for watching.”
The video ended.
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@niko_please_yourbangs: Great routine. …Please moisturize your forehead too.
@niko_did_aki_ref: I’M CRYING HIS BANGS DIDN’T MOVE A SINGLE MILLIMETER 😭😭😭 Like how did he not get soap in them??
@your_forehead_needs_help: The fungal acne under there must be planning a revolution.
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“A Date—Oh Wait, Just Friends” — Nagi & Reo
It started with one blurry fan photo taken at a quiet, upscale café in Tokyo.The caption simply read, “I think I just saw Nagi and Reo?”
Within ten minutes, it had over two million views. With the comments flooded in almost instantly.
@lemme_know_pt2: They are having a date again lol.
@going_insane: Istg they’re always together.
@nagifan4life: But you kinda get it because they both matter so much to each other. I think there’s more to their relationship.
@reofanfr: I know… they’re really sweet.
The picture itself was surprisingly ordinary.
Reo sat upright at a corner table, completely focused on the tablet in front of him, quietly scrolling through it while occasionally taking a sip of his coffee.Beside him—Or rather—Leaning onto him—Was Nagi.
Completely slumped against Reo’s shoulder, his head resting there
With one earbud hung loosely from his ear while his phone rested lazily in one hand as he tapped away at a mobile game.
Every few seconds, without even looking up from the screen, Reo casually reached over with his free hand and slid Nagi’s untouched drink a little closer.
A few moments later, he’d pick up his own fork, hold it toward Nagi, and wait.
Without lifting his head from Reo’s shoulder, Nagi simply leaned forward, took a bite, quietly chewed, and went right back to his game.
Neither of them acknowledged that any of this was unusual.
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@nagi_reo_friends: Despite every dramatic speech they’ve ever given on the pitch… off the field they’ll forever just be friends.
@iluvnagi: They have to be soulmates.
@reo_we_luv_u_too: I work there. They were at that table for almost an two hours, and Nagi genuinely never moved.
@please_tell_me_this_is_good: Reo feeding Nagi without either of them looking at each other is actually insane, that tells you they’ve BEEN like this.
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Japan Airline In flight safety procedours— aiku and sendou
Japan Airlines announced a special collaboration with two of the members of Japan’s national football squad.
And the video premiered online a week before airing on flights, and millions tuned in.
The cabin lights brightened as a calm stewardness spoke, “Welcome aboard Japan Airlines.”
The camera slowly panned down the aisle to find Oliver Aiku standing in the center. he looked directly into the camera. “Welcome aboard.” He effortlessly picked up the seatbelt and, with one smooth motion, fastened it around his waist.
“Please ensure your seatbelt is securely fastened whenever seated.”
Aiku flashed the camera with a smile and then a wink.
The comment section would later identify the exact timestamp.
The camera slowly pulled back. One row behind him sat Sendou.
He wasn’t looking at the camera or paying attention to the safety demonstration; he was staring directly at Aiku, completely side eyeing him.
Please store your carry-on luggage beneath the seat in front of you.” Sendou was still staring at him, not breaking eye contact
Cut to the confessional filmed afterward, the producer smiled. “So… were you disappointed not to be the main presenter?” Sendou smiled politely. “No…definently not…” while he was glancing at Aiku.
The camera cut back to the cabin's emergency exit row, where the both of them sat perfectly still.
“Please familiarize yourself with the nearest emergency exit.”
Next came the oxygen mask demonstration. A flight attendant calmly showed how to pull the mask down, and Aiku demonstrated perfectly.
The stewardess continued, “Secure your own mask before assisting others.” The camera briefly cut to Sendou, who was already wearing his mask.
Then came the life vest. Aiku confidently demonstrated how to inflate it after leaving the aircraft. The stewardess smiled, “Do not inflate your life vest inside the cabin.”
The video ended with the entire team standing together near the aircraft door. Aiku smiled warmly. “We hope you enjoy your flight.” Sendou smiled too, muttering under his breath, “I could’ve said that.”
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@JapanAirlines:Thank you for flying with us.
@you_can_tell_Im_loosing_it: Someone please check on Sendou
@imsorry_this_is_bad: the side-eye Sendou was giving Aiku from the second row deserves its own acting award.
@Aiku_we_luv_u: The wink wasn’t necessary for flight safety… but it was highly appreciated.
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“React To Edits” —Shidou Ryusei
Shidou Ryusei had been invited onto a popular sports channel to react to fan-made edits from across the internet.
The interviewer gave him just one warning before filming started: “Some of these are… interesting.” Shidou simply grinned in response, “I already like ’em.” The screen lit up.
The first edit featured heavy phonk music, with intense color grading, digital lightning effects, and glowing eyes.
There were twenty-seven transitions packed into just twelve seconds, with every single one of his goals slowed down dramatically.
The edit ended with the bold words: “THE DEMON OF BLUE LOCK.”
Silence fell over the room as Shidou leaned closer to the monitor. “THAT’S ME?!” He suddenly burst into loud laughter. “ THAT’S SO COOL—NO WAY! WHO MADE THIS? I NEED THEIR @ RIGHT NOW!”
The interviewer laughed from behind the scenes. “You… want to follow them?”
Shidou yelled, “heck yeah, you see how cool that was and how amazing my shot was—I wanna shake their hand!”
The interview continued and they showed him a total of twenty six edits and every-time he loved them, he even cried saying that it captured “football’s essence.”
“So do you have anything to say?” The interviewer asked him, “tag me to all of your edits about me!”
Then the clip ends.
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@i_luv_Shindou: Shidou aggressively asking for the editor’s username instead is exactly what I expected from him. 😭
@hesoswag: Shidou genuinely has the healthiest relationship with fan edits I’ve ever seen from a professional athlete.
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“Sidequests”— Loki, Huhgo, and Charles
Paris, France. The City of Love, home to the Louvre, Eiffel tower , and three professional footballers.
Paris is a massive city but somehow, Julian Loki, Vivien Hugo, and Charles Chevalier manage to be spotted in every single tourist photo taken.
The whole thing started by an unassuming tourist photo in front of the Eiffel Tower, that was posted with a caption read “Best vacation ever!”
At first glance, it was a perfectly normal image. It only went viral when someone zoomed in to the background, to a blurry streak wearing a tracksuit who was sprinting across the Champ de Mars at Mach 2.
You’d think its the average person, but It was Julian Loki, completing his morning run.
People didn’t look into it too deeply at first; they just assumed the tourist got incredibly lucky catching him running.
They were wrong…(I realized the last parts lowkey suck cause idk how to execute things now…)
The Marrige Proposal
The next incident occurred during a romantic proposal under the glowing lights of the Eiffel Tower. Where a man dropped to one knee with a velvet ring box in hand. And his girlfriend gasping, The hired photographer counted down.
“Three...”
“Two...”
“One...”
Click.
Right between the couple's shoulders, stood Julian Loki and Charles Chevalier. With Loki was smiling politely, holding up a peace sign and Charles was standing right next to him, striking the exact same peace-sign pose.
The couple was absolutely overjoyed by the unexpected guests and framed the picture anyway.
Side Quest Marathon
Later that week, thousands of runners gathered for a high-profile charity race.
Loki, completely oblivious to it accidentally crossed the starting line just as the starting pistol fired. And he had no idea what was going on but decided to just go ahead and run.
He crossed the finish line in first place before realizing it was an official, closed-course event.
The official race photo captured him looking profoundly confused while receiving a gold medal.
he donated a massive sum to the fundraiser to make up for the accidental victory..
Wedding Shoot
Then came wedding photoshoot of a two newly wed, just taking pictures.The bride and groom posed elegantly, twenty feet ahead of an imposing figure standing perfectly still, Vivien Hugo.
Who was holding his phone impossibly low—tilting his head backwards with a weird angle.
The resulting camera shot captured only his sharp jawline, his chin, and seeing his interior of his nostrils. While he slowly panned the phone toward his face, completely ignoring the bride behind him.
Click.
The photographer pulled his eye away from the camera . “...Is that...?”
The bride squinted. “Oh my god, honey, that’s my idol! Vivien!”
Instead of being kicked out for crashing a private event, Vivien was immediately invited to the reception, spending the rest of the evening mingling as an honored guest.
Where is charles, julian and Vivien?
The internet blew up and began posting daily compilations. they were playing “Where is Charles, Julian, and Vivien?”
A family photo at the Louvre. Captured Loki in the left corner. Vivien's chin occupies the right corner. And Charles was seen in between them
A view of the Palace of Versailles gardens. In the extreme background, all three players are visible, just sitting at the bench while no one bothered them.
A family visiting the Louvre gathered together for a vacation photo. Everyone smiled.
They asked to be taken a picture and the person they asked was Julian counted down.
“Three…”
“Two…”
“One…”
Click.
The family all said thank you and while checking they realized that Loki took a few selfies of himself.
Charles Chevalier Becomes Someone’s Family Member
A group of tourists took a large family picture outside a famous Paris café. The lineup was massive: three grandparents, four parents, six children, and somehow… Charles…Charles was there…
Nobody noticed, charles was was just and smiling politely. One grandfather even put an arm around his shoulder to fit him into the frame.
The family didn’t realize the error until they posted it online with the caption. “Amazing family trip ❤️”
Someone immediately commented, “Is that Charles Chevalier?”
One family member replied “who?”
Charles eventually saw the trending post.
“Nice family, I loved being around you guys!”
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@finally_done: I DON’T EVEN WATCH FOOTBALL. BUT WHY IS THE VIVIEN HUGO AT MY SISTERS WEDDING?
@VisitParisWe: We cannot guarantee that they will always be in your photos.
@vivien_you_so_tuff: why does vivien take pics like that…
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“Teddy Night Backlash”—Teddy Knight
The internet’s favorite punching bag, Teddy Knight, was invited onto a late-night talk show to react to the countless memes, edits, and tweets people had made about him.
The interviewer smiled sympathetically.
“Hello, Teddy… I just want to say that—you don’t have to look at these if you don’t want to.”
The camera panned to Teddy. Completely expressionless,but he gave a small nod and a small thumbs up
“It is truly okay, I’m prepared and I’ve already seen some of it.”
“…Well.” The interviewer cleared his throat. “Okay then.”
The first tweet flashed on the big screen.
COMMENT ONE
“He is the least exciting person to look at.”
Teddy stared at the screen, blinking once.
The next one popped up immediately,
COMMENT TWO
“FIRST UGLY AND CHOPPED 😭😭”
Teddy tilted his head slightly,
And another comment loaded.
COMMENT THREE
“NEW GEN X NPC.”
The interviewer leaned over, looking genuinely concerned. “Are you okay?”
“I think so,” Teddy replied softly.
The internet had begun making up completely fake, ridiculously specific scenarios just to paint Teddy as the most mundane boring person alive.
The final post had over five million views. It was a completely normal, picture of Teddy standing.
No edit. No caption. No audio.
And the top comment read
“He’s just… there.”
The studio went silent and for a brief second before the entire front row of the audience and the interviewer completely were quiet.
“So… Teddy. Any message for the internet?”
Teddy looked directly into the camera lens, his expression entirely sincere, devoid of any malice.
“I promise…” Teddy paused, swallowed hard, and finished, “…I’m more interesting in person.” Teddy just gave a polite, tiny wave to the lens.
The interview finally ended.
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@Im_finally_finally_done: okay now I feel bad. He’s literally just a polite boy.
↳ @icannotwithteddy: no, don’t feel bad.
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By the way I’m making a part two, lemme know if you want any characters to be featured and if you wanna get tagged!
Written by Jammy. Please do not copy and paste or feed my work into an AI. This was completely written by hand, thank you for stopping by and reading!
men who are DEVOTED munchers becoming a stuttering mess when you ask to give them head… they look at you like you just asked the most incredulous question in existence. you? give him head? right now? he’s so used to servicing you— the thought of you giving him head already had him shamefully twitching in his pants and dizzy.
“are you sure, my love? no, i mean, you don’t need to… i mean—”
poor baby can barely put a sentence together even before the touching has even happened. don’t get him wrong, it’s not that he doesn’t want it. he’s indulged— matter of fact, he’s stroked a few ones out at the thought of you sucking him off. on your knees, pretty glossy doe eyes looking up at him while you struggle to take all of him in your mouth. it’s just that he’s always been a little shy. too embarrassed to ask you. it’s pathetic— hilarious even that a burly, bulking man of his stature couldn’t bring himself to ask his darling little wife something so simple. he was devoted to you. the man worshipped you. he knew his purpose. it was clear as day in fact. to service and care for you. to follow you like the smitten fool he was. he knew that he was meant for nothing else the moment he had laid his eyes on you. he was yours.
your husband’s putty once you begin leaving behind the softest of kisses down his chest and trembling stomach. the smell of his skin and the hushed whimpers every once in a while leaving his pretty lips dulling your senses. you had to pull away to admire the sight— your hungry eyes drinking in the mesmerizing sight of your man. the contour of his prominent muscles; the number of ruthless hours he’d managed to put into training never failed to impress you. the tank he wore now bunched up and resting on the swell of his pecs; buds glossed over with drool while his chest heaved with every shuddering breath he took, and god, the trail of thick hair leading down to his veiny lower abdomen.
he’s practically a pathetic puddle of moans and drool while you attempt to push another inch of his twitching length down your throat minutes later, the tuft of hair on his abdomen tickling your nose as your mouth painfully stretches to take in his fat girth. your tousled hair not going unnoticed as he begins to comb it back, chivalrous as ever while he holds it back with one shaky hand, the other draped over his burning face.
“ah, hnng..! fuuuuck… just—just like that, pretty…”
he drools out, a fucked out mess of groans and praises just for you as he bucks his shaky hips into your mouth involuntarily, apologizing hastily at the sound of your gagging. but oh, how you could practically live off this rare sight. your panties soaking wet at the sight of your husband selfishly chasing his high. you suck in your tear stained cheeks, hallowing them out as his fat leaky tip hits the back of your throat. you were no better than him; a slobbering, gagging perverted mess as you begin to massage and stroke the base of his wet cock.
he strains out, his hips twitching up as his head presses back against the arm of the couch, his bulging biceps flexing from the iron grip he has on your hair as he thrusts into your mouth once more. you pull away from his thick girth to catch your breath, eliciting a whine that you swore had you ascending. sticky gloss and spit trailing down his cock and connecting from your lips as you push his cock against his tense stomach to lick at the veiny underside. you allow the tip of your tongue to massage against a vein before leaving behind sloppy kisses at the thick shaft down to his twitching balls. he jolts forward in shock, heels digging into the plush surface of the couch. the veins straining underneath the thin skin of his large hands, almost like they were ready to burst with how tight he fingers were interlocked with the roots of your hair.
he can barely control himself, at this point mindlessly babbling on about how lucky he is to have you, how much he loves you, how close he is to cumming. you begin to massage the base of his sticky cock once more before sliding the wet shaft past your lips, slurping shamelessly as you begin to bob your head back up and down. it doesn’t take another second before he shoots his thick load right down your warm, wet cavern. riding out his orgasm as you massage and you pull your head up with a pop, gasping for air as he begins to wipe at your mouth, praising you for taking him so well. he definitely didn’t mind a bit of spoiling here and there. especially from you.
ᣟ៹ ❤︎៝ : first smut sweats .. can you tell i’m a sucker for big men who turn into a whimpering mess for you i’m sorry for any spelling mistakes in advance… i’ll check later after class !! （＾ω＾）
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summary: not quite friends but not quite lovers. You fell inlove when youre aware they dont feel the same. You cant blame yourself either, he treats you so good that you forgot youre nothing more than just a weekend lover.
character/s included: Vivien Hugo, Bunny Iglesias, Michael Kaiser, Sae Itoshi, Rin Itoshi, Julian Loki, Otoya Eita, Oliver Aiku, Sendou Shuto
warnings¬es: angst, typical oliver and otoya behaviour, ooc, they are very harsh, I tried my best to make it angst
trying to make my own divider, its dookie asf. Also I need a better summary
